LET'S STOP FIGHTING & START LIVING.

How do you tell the ones you love that they are fu*king up?

This is a hard subject for me to get in to. I tried to write about it many times but I can never post it. People don't think of the consequences. They let their emotions take control and act recklessly. I, too, am gulity of that. But I am single with little responsibilities. I have no children. I come and go as I please. I have noone waiting for me at home being disappointed. Disappointed that daddy is not there. Noone is directly affected in my world.

Filipinos have a different mentality about divorce. I see caucasian families that are broken all the time. But not Filipino families... we always try to work it out. We don't give up. It's a pride thing. We are a very proud people. Proud enough to make the bad times into good. Flipping the negative.

Just like Jen. Laugh about it because it helps.












My space is in shambles. I need to destroy and rebuild. I view everything like that. Relationships... life... When I burn a bridge; I, not only burn the bridge but the town along with it. I DO. NOT. GIVE. A. F%*K! If it's not conducive to my life, then it has to depart my life.


JayDee. So necessary.


Organized confusion.


The usual three went to dinner last week at a Japanese restaurant in Chinatown. I chose the place because it looked good.



The flavors were there but Where's the beef?! Hahahaha. That's Kristine's sad beef curry. *ultrasadface* I had the spaghetti with the hawaiin garlic bread. *not pictured* It was like that scene in an Indiana Jones movie where he had to choose the right cup to save his dad. I chose wisely because it was hearty and delicious. The garlic bread was magnifique!


We went to the Asian market after to get some sake. They said they were already closed. Kristine and Mik start to walk off with their heads down looking disappointed. I don't take 'NO' for an answer. Gave the lady a wink then a smile and proceeded into the store. Swag. We walk around and found the aisle. So much to select from.


I want to grill that.


I approached the bin and this fellow already had his dukes up. Peace homie... don't want NO beef!


It gets dark and lonely, holmes. Keep your head up.


I drank that bottle all by myself. It was a record 45 minutes.


E was stuntin. I don't know how that pic came out blurry. It was a houndstooth pattern. Style.


Love that shade of gray. Step your wardrobe game up.




The night before that we were @ the Planet Hollywood. We had just finished eating sushi at Tachi and we wanted some relaxation time.

Finally found the Tiffany colorway. It was a long search.


How do these colors make you feel?

The purp makes me feel high.


Red makes people feel angry but I feel passion.


Blue makes me feel the frost from your ice cold heart.


Urban Outfitters is overpriced. Truth.


We posted up @ the Hawaiin Tropic Zone.


Chicken lollipops.


It was getting wack; so, we bounced and walked around the strip. Took pics and just chilled.





I'm always amused by this walkway.


Treats from the street.


When you gotta go... you gotta go.


That's pretty ricky. A Jessie sighting.


Jetted back to Aliante for the most uncomfortable sleep.


Before I go, I want to show you a lifesize old school robot. It terrorizes little boys that don't know how to keep their mouth shut. Damn that's scary! I wouldn't want to be a mouthy little boy right now. Seeing this thing bitchslap little boys would shake anyone to the core. Smartass little boys need to watch out. Don't let the fingers fool you. They're NOT peace signs... they are used to poke eyes out!



-Cinista.